Should I learn to ask smaller questions? Are the questions I ask always too big?
Sorry. I'm doing it again.
Do you ever get the feeling that we can all fly and we just don't know it? Sometimes I think I fly in my sleep, just to taunt myself. Often I wake up with my windows open and my hair smelling of sky and cloud. Sometimes I look up into the air really, really high and I get this sense of deja vu. "I've been there before," I think to myself. "I know I have." Does it sound crazy? I know it does. Still, I can't shake this feeling. If you ever see me flying by, please let me know. I'll do the same for you, I promise.
Some segues are impossible to make.
Vampire Land just elected a new Emperor and he hired my company to come in during the day and mow all the lawns. We get there just after dawn and work until just before sunset. The place is completely abandoned during the day, but we know they're in there somewhere. We don't waste any time. Once the sun starts getting low we just pack up and get out, even if we're in the middle of a lawn.
"These creatures are an abomination," said Manuel the other day as he was packing away the Husqvarna 335LS. "We should find and desecrate their resting places."
"Those creatures, as you call them, are our customers, Manuel," I replied. "They pay our salary."
"My priest says I shouldn't do the Devil's mowing." He glanced around nervously, crossing himself.
I paused, looking back with pride at the day's work. "Even the fallen and the damned need lawncare, my friend," I said. "It's a good thing we do."
Somewhere a wolf howled, sending chills up my spine. We cut the chatter and quickened the pace, the sun riding low on the horizon.
I can't help it, I guess. It's only the big questions that can really pique my interest.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
